The Unexpected

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By the end of the night, we stumbled into an Uber and took it back to Shyloh's house. We laughed too loudly and sang to the radio, surely annoying the driver. It was becoming harder not stop my hungry stares at my two friends as they fell onto eachother in laughter. My pussy felt hot, I couldn't wait until I could get enough privacy to rub myself and release the orgasms that were waiting just below the surface.

I pressed my pussy into my hand discreetly and rubbed against myself ever so slightly. I lay my head back in happiness.

We arrived at the apartment and I was the first one into my nightshirt and clean panties, ready to slip under a blanket and pick up where I left off.

The two girls joined me on the floor, piling up the pillows and covers and blankets.

"I've never been so drunk," Justine laughed. "And I barely spent any money."

"You lied to me," Shyloh said, leaning over my body and holding a pillow, as if threatening to smother me.

I held my arms up. "No I didn't!" I protested drunkenly.

"You said I was gonna bring home a girl!" she said, throwing the pillow beyond me in mock-frustration.

"You brought home meeee!" I squealed, holding my hands up to her and pulling her body down to mine. She was wearing a tank top and panties. The skin of our legs touched and I let my hips lift the tiniest bit to feel my crotch touch hers, satisfying my need to rub just a little.

At this touch, Shyloh sighed deeply and happily and pushed herself into me more, rubbing back.

I gasped quietly, not knowing if we should even mention what our bodies were doing. I couldn't help a drunken giggle from slipping out, and the laughter only made my body shake more, rubbing into her again.

"Mm, I brought you home!" said Shyloh almost breathlessly. "You're hot so it counts."

Justine sat up to look at us. She was wearing a long sleeve hoodie similar to my pink sweatshirt. Her blue hair was up in a few braids and her thick lips curled into a modest smile when she saw Shyloh on top of me.

"Shyloh, you're going to make her blush even more," Justine said.

"She's not topless, I'll be okay," I joked. I didn't want Shyloh to move, I wanted to keep rubbing with her but she dismounted me, laughing and I felt incredibly stupid for saying anything at all.

Until, Shyloh reached up and peeled her tank top over her head, her breasts bouncing into view for the second time that night. "Blush, Iris! Bluuushhh!!" she cried, she stood on her knees and swayed side to side quickly in a silly, drunk dance.

Justine stood on her knees beside Shyloh and put her hands on Shyloh's bare hips, making Shyloh's dance turn slow. She danced with her, their stomachs so close.

I pretended to cover my eyes. "Stop it," I complained.

"Blush, Iris!" they said in unison. They said it over and over as they danced sexily in front of me. Shyloh knelt over me and Justine followed. "I know you like it!" taunted Shyloh.

"Justine, tell her to stop!" I whined, trying to roll over. Justine leaned down and took my hands and held them to the carpet. Then Shyloh bent down to me and put her lips on my neck, moving them slowly on my skin. I squirmed at first, but when her lips kept moving I realized she wasn't joking around.

I moaned and looked up at Justine for help. "Okay, I'm blushing!" I said.

Shyloh's tongue emerged from her soft lips and licked in a warm line up the side of my neck, to my ear. There, she pressed her lips to me and said "Not yet." Her voice right in my ear made my back arch and I let out a sudden but soft gasp.